Now a few weeks ago there was much excitement in Scarborough. Not shared by me but excitement all the less. We were going to join much of the rest of the world in being able to sample, if not enjoy, Colonel Sanders' famous fried chicken. Kentucky Fried Chicken were coming to town.
Outside my local newsagents
And lo and behold if a new colour hasn't been added to the litter-erary scene, and what a synthetically horrible one it is. I once dared to try a bubblegum flavoured slush in Malta and it was exactly this colour. Hence the slight feeling of nausea.
Up on Oliver's Mount
Now if you read more than a few of my posts you'll know that I do tend to go on a bit about public health. My focus is usually on the output side, on how physically active people are or ought to be, rather than on the input side, which is what they put in their mouths. As a seaside town that caters for people on a budget there are already lots of fast food outlets (the fish and chips are usually very good but more than once a month is more than enough) and so I find it hard to believe that adding yet another will bring much real public benefit.
You may or may not be pleased to know that the much awaited KFC has been temporarily closed down while it figures out how to stop the smell going where it isn't welcome. Meanwhile the cultural pressures to lead a sedentary life carry on unabated.
A young man learning how to sit.